The Hogwarts Masquerade Ball

Wow! I cannot thank everyone enough for all of the great reviews. You are all wonderful, and I totally appreciate you! I plan on continuing with this story for a good while, and I really hope you all enjoy what's to come. Thanks for all of your support. :-)
Morgan

Again, here's a disclaimer, I own zip...nada...nothing. I just like to take the boys, here, out to play now and then. J.K. Rowling owns them completely, and she totally rocks for bringing them to life, in the first place.

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Couldn't get enough. Absolutely would never get enough of that flavor. And that noise! Oh gods, that noise! He'd had to put his mouth upon it, hear it inside his own head. And that messy, inky black hair was like raw silk in his questing hands. Draco felt tentative hands slide underneath his shirt to splay across his back, and he arched into the writhing body pressed between his own, and the wall. He reached his hand down to the leather ties at Harry's waist and-

"Ah-hem!"

Both young men snapped around towards the interruption, and were met with an amused Hermione Granger, hands crossed over her chest, one eyebrow raised high.


"'Mione!" Harry ground out, meeting the amused chocolate brown eyes of one of his best friends'.

"Well, well, Harry, what have we here?" Hermione murmured, desperately holding back a fit of laughter.

"A lot less that it should have been, what with the interuption and all." Draco snapped, willing his raging erection away...and failing quite miserably. He took notice of her costume, and rolled his eyes. Honestly! What on Merlin's wand was she supposed to be?! The red yarn wig, and pinnafore dress, edged in gingham, was totally and completely beyond him. 'Probably a Muggle thing.' He thought, sniffing haughtily.

The laugh could not be contained, then, as she recognized the aristocratic voice of the frustrated Slytherin. "My apologies, Mr. Malfoy. Believe me when I say that I didn't quite plan on coming across...this."

Harry met her eyes, saw the acceptance and the amusement, and were it not for his own pressing arousal, he was quite sure he would have joined in the soft chuckling coming from the clever witch. As Draco stepped forward, spitting curses under his breath, Harry grasped his arm firmly. Silver eyes swung around to meet emerald, and the angry clouds faded quickly. The hand on Draco's arm lightened, only to stroke softly, up and down...a teasing mimic of what he wanted to be doing, and a promise of things to come.

"Hermione, was there something you needed?"

"Oh, well....honestly it really wasn't all that important. I just saw you leaving the ball with *ahem* Mr. Malfoy, here, and thought I-"

"Everything's fine, Hermione. Truly." Noticing she was alone, he raised his eyebrows inquiringly, "Where's Raggedy Ron?"

The girl smiled, rolling her eyes. "Oh, who knows? Seamus wore a spider costume, so he's probably cowering in a corner somewhere...batting his hands all about." This was said with affection and good humor. She exchanged a knowing grin with her friend...in her heart, her brother.
It wasn't as if she hadn't had her suspicions for some time now, as to Harry's feelings for the handsome (if not arrogant) young man. Taking in the pirate costumes both gentlemen wore, she grinned. She would have to thank Blaise Zabini later for the tip. Apparently, he too, was more than ready for the ridiculous feud between the two Seekers to be over.

They bantered back and forth for a moment, before Draco sighed heavily and leaned back against the firm body behind him. Impatience was a Malfoy trait, and he was quite wanting to leave the presence of the annoying, nosy Gryffindor girl. As he felt the chest nestled up against him rub gently, he gasped, closing his eyes. He felt the hard metal rings pressing up against him, and he turned in place, looking fiercly into brilliant green eyes.

"You know, Harry," he whispered, his voice low and silky, "we can stand here all night, discussing the weather and whatnot, or..."

"Or?" Harry watched eyes dart down as he licked his lips.

"Or, we can tell your friend, here, to rejoin the ball. We can go and....continue our earlier interaction." Draco pushed his full, heavy arousal against Harry's firm thigh. "Unless, of course...you've changed your mind."

Harry's eyes went from glazed and soft to sharp and nearly black in seconds. He grabbed the questing hand, tickling his waist, and nipped the middle finger, laving it gently with his tongue.

"Hermione," he muttered, his eyes never leaving the swirling circles of silvery smoke, "I'm quite afraid we'll have to speak later. I have a prior engagement that I'm afraid cannot be put off any longer." He was unable to prevent the breathy hitch in his voice, nor the soft moan as his saucy partner stepped closer into him, nipping at his jawline.

Neither heard the snickering reply as they turned together, nearly tripping over each other as they raced down the stone hallway.

Concern was laced on her expression as she saw them disappear around a corner. "Oh, Harry, just be careful..."

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They barely made it to the Prefect's bathroom, mouths attacking one another, moans echoing through the room. Draco pulled hard at Harry's vest, smirking as buttons went flying across the room...bouncing on the tiles. He pulled it down his arms, stopping just at the elbows, keeping Harry's arms bound behind him. He pushed him up against the wall, and sipped at his throat, grinning as he heard the sharp hiss. The taste of the warmed skin beneath his mouth was intoxicating, and he couldn't stop himself from moving his mouth down to his collarbone, tongue darting out...hot and moist.

Harry's brain was shorting out, and he needed his hands. Now. He felt the vest dissolve into nothingness ('oh, bless magic') and grasped the blonde's arms, whirling him around and slamming him up against the door. Smiling, and panting harshly, he noted Draco's widened eyes staring down at his rings. Hands quested up his muscled chest, fingers too soft, making him writhe against the torture.

Draco's head leaned down, eyes staying fixed on the beautiful face in front of him, and tongued an amber nipple. The answering moan only stirred his desire, and he sucked and nipped until his face was pulled back up to a desperate mouth.

"Gods, that's brilliant."

Draco arched an eyebrow, smiling widely, "Of course."

Harry smirked, "Don't get too proud, Draco. I might feel the need to bring you down a bit." He sucked in a surprised breath as he felt a hand slip down into his trousers. He hadn't even noticed the leather ties unwraveling, and looked down with shock to see them completely undone. Eyes shut tight, he let his head fall back.

Pushing against the strong body in front of him, Draco followed closely as they stepped together, his hand stroking smoothly over the impressive erection. He leaned into Harry, kissing his ear lobe before whispering to it, "Feel free to do your worst, Harry Potter. I, on the other hand, will be doing my very best to keep you up and about."

"Bloody hell."

"Oh yes, indeed." The heads decended towards each other, tongues meeting just before lips...tasting one another. Sighs mingled together, pleasure ripping through the young bodies.

"What in-" A shocked voice, not aroused, but shocked and trembling, sputtered out in the large bathroom. "Harry? Oh, my Gods, Draco bloody Malfoy-"

Harry and Draco rolled their eyes as Ronald Weasley passed out cold on the shimmering tiles. He lay on the floor, totally unconscious, until two more Gryffindors fell into the bathroom, tripping over the still form of their classmate.

Seamus Finnigan looked up from the floor, grinning merrily as he took in the sight of the stunningly beautiful, mostly naked men in each others arms. "Hi ho, do carry on!" He wriggled his eight 'legs' attached to his costume. "In fact, I'd be pleased to lend a hand." He waggled his eyebrows, his thick Scottish brogue thickening, as he propped his chin on a hand.

Neville Longbottom, proceeded to join Mr. Weasley in a dead faint, his Roman Emperors' cape puddling around him.

Grasping hands, Harry and Draco, stepped over the bodies, and out of the bathroom, tugging at clothes, and sighing.

Draco seethed, "We're going to the dungeons, damn it. If I don't have you soon, my cock is going to bloody well fall off."

Laughing, and stumbling behind the snarky Slytherin, Harry followed...holding his pants together with his free hand.

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